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“I don’t fuck on first dates.” I smirk as I put my hands on my hips, acting indignant. “You do now.”
“You are going to take my cock so fucking good,” he whispers. His breath brushes my ear and sends goose bumps up my spine. “Like the bad girl I know you want to be.”
Charming Henley James is nice, but choke hold Henley James is next level.
“Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs. He kisses me, his tongue swiping against mine as he holds my face in his hands. “I won’t hurt you.” He puts his lips to my ear. “Much . . .”
“What panties are you wearing?” What? “Why do you want to know that?” I whisper. “Because as I feel your skin beneath my fingers, I’m imagining myself being on my knees in front of you, peeling you out of them with my teeth. I want a visual of what I’m about to take off right here in front of everyone.”
One thing I do know now for certain is that I’m not cut out for fake dating; all those romance books are full of shit.
He steps forward, forcing me to step back. “What are you wearing?” “Clothes.” “Shame.” I do love it when he’s naughty.
He surges forward, claiming every inch, pinning me to the bed. “Giddy the fuck up.”
“I would’ve rather been in cattle class, where I can sit next to you.” He takes my bag from me and puts it in the overhead. “I’ll be on top of you for ten days. Enjoy the peace.”
